First base

You can run into the sun into the breaking of the daybut I can see you. You can’t deny the night inside youwhen you want me there beside youcan you see me now?…

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Dry port

We decant ourselves into something else and turn into someone else who we don’t know,maybe it’s best just to stay in the lamp…

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Under canal bridges, down to the locks

barges carrying coal and horses pulling a load,it still seems much better than going by road The quiet mornings are noisy with birdcallsthe sleepy afternoonswatching how water falls so easily off ducks backs and the evenings with hot stewmade by ma and da and mesitting silentlywatching the stars…

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The first life

I had a hole in my sock the day I broke my arm, later at the infirmarymum was mortifiedI just cried,the two things didn’t seem connected. the arm healedthe sock was darnedand I was warned to be more careful…

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